Chromatic Gateway (training, private)
May 25, 2012 7:06:23 GMT -7
Post by The Irredeemable ZaG on May 25, 2012 7:06:23 GMT -7
(or: Eye of the Giraffe!)
[flashback]
The pale form of Kireme panted in the freezing gym as he struggled valiantly with the almost archaic training equipment with. The training room was large and well stocked with various punching bags, weight racks and various exercise machines, but it was empty of any other patrons and covered in a thin film of frost in the unheated gymnasium. Sitting atop one of the exercise machines Kireme heaved on a pair of grips connected to a series of pulleys that lifted several iron slabs.
Bare chested and glistening with sweat the spacey ninja heaved over and over again, steam escaping from his lips with each of his breaths. He had been working away like this since morning, determined to put some extra size in his short body. He also figured that he'd also be able to hide any extra mass he gained in his usual astronaut outfit. 'One hundred,' muttered the space ninja as he let the grips slide out from his fingers and he shakily got to his feet and walked over to the next exercise machine, a stationary cycle.
With a long sigh he mounted the bike and thrust his feet into the peddles and reset the distance counter to begin. Starting slow he'd sit upright as his legs cycled around in the peddles he gradually built up steam. Soon he was hunched over, holding his body up above the seat as his legs raced beneath him. A thin layer of steam began to emanate off his bare back as he raced faster and faster, the distance counter ticking over at almost break neck speed. The cycle whirred with speed, his legs ached with strain and his skin glistened with sweat as finally, Kiremes half closed eyes watched the counter tick over to one hundred kilometers.
Exhausted, the space ninja leaned atop the bike and remained still, save for the gulping breaths he took that shook his chest. Eventually he dismounted the bike and collapsed upon the next exercise machine, a simple weight lifting bench. After wiping the sweat off his palms he then took hold of the bar above his head and heaved it off it's shelf. The weight was almost crushing, he hadn't considered exhaustion when he set this up, but he pressed on regardless.
His teeth clenched and a loud groan growling up through his throat and escaping as a belch of steam he lifted the weight up into the air. His skin flushed red as he continued to lift the weight up and down, his arms ached and shook with each straining effort and his face was contorted as he grunted through each motion. Eyes shut to keep out the sweat that was falling from his face he lost count of how many lifts he was doing, instead relying on how exhausted he felt to determine his progress. When his muscles complained and burned just too much he'd stop, making one last effort to raise the bar up enough to slide it back onto it's shelf. Chest heaving and sweat practically raining off him he decided to take a longer breather than before.
00/10
Strength of the Body
Rank: "C", ]"B", "A"
Skill: Skill / Knowledge / Taijutsu
Effect: This type of knowledge and technique grants the user the capability to withstanding the elements of the Hachimontonkou. They must learn this multiple times. Without this, the Celestial Gates become more destructive toward the body. This allows the user to endure the striking force granted from the gates so that, when they hit an object, their bones do not instantly shatter.
Special: ---
Drawback: Must be learned each time before they go into a new gate.
- For Gates 1-3, they must learn the "C" Rank version.
- For Gates 4-6 they must learn the "B" Rank version.
- For Gates 7 and 8, they must learn the "A" Rank versions.
Description: ---
Limit: Must become a Chakra Gate User.
Rank: "C", ]"B", "A"
Skill: Skill / Knowledge / Taijutsu
Effect: This type of knowledge and technique grants the user the capability to withstanding the elements of the Hachimontonkou. They must learn this multiple times. Without this, the Celestial Gates become more destructive toward the body. This allows the user to endure the striking force granted from the gates so that, when they hit an object, their bones do not instantly shatter.
Special: ---
Drawback: Must be learned each time before they go into a new gate.
- For Gates 1-3, they must learn the "C" Rank version.
- For Gates 4-6 they must learn the "B" Rank version.
- For Gates 7 and 8, they must learn the "A" Rank versions.
Description: ---
Limit: Must become a Chakra Gate User.
[flashback]
The pale form of Kireme panted in the freezing gym as he struggled valiantly with the almost archaic training equipment with. The training room was large and well stocked with various punching bags, weight racks and various exercise machines, but it was empty of any other patrons and covered in a thin film of frost in the unheated gymnasium. Sitting atop one of the exercise machines Kireme heaved on a pair of grips connected to a series of pulleys that lifted several iron slabs.
Bare chested and glistening with sweat the spacey ninja heaved over and over again, steam escaping from his lips with each of his breaths. He had been working away like this since morning, determined to put some extra size in his short body. He also figured that he'd also be able to hide any extra mass he gained in his usual astronaut outfit. 'One hundred,' muttered the space ninja as he let the grips slide out from his fingers and he shakily got to his feet and walked over to the next exercise machine, a stationary cycle.
With a long sigh he mounted the bike and thrust his feet into the peddles and reset the distance counter to begin. Starting slow he'd sit upright as his legs cycled around in the peddles he gradually built up steam. Soon he was hunched over, holding his body up above the seat as his legs raced beneath him. A thin layer of steam began to emanate off his bare back as he raced faster and faster, the distance counter ticking over at almost break neck speed. The cycle whirred with speed, his legs ached with strain and his skin glistened with sweat as finally, Kiremes half closed eyes watched the counter tick over to one hundred kilometers.
Exhausted, the space ninja leaned atop the bike and remained still, save for the gulping breaths he took that shook his chest. Eventually he dismounted the bike and collapsed upon the next exercise machine, a simple weight lifting bench. After wiping the sweat off his palms he then took hold of the bar above his head and heaved it off it's shelf. The weight was almost crushing, he hadn't considered exhaustion when he set this up, but he pressed on regardless.
His teeth clenched and a loud groan growling up through his throat and escaping as a belch of steam he lifted the weight up into the air. His skin flushed red as he continued to lift the weight up and down, his arms ached and shook with each straining effort and his face was contorted as he grunted through each motion. Eyes shut to keep out the sweat that was falling from his face he lost count of how many lifts he was doing, instead relying on how exhausted he felt to determine his progress. When his muscles complained and burned just too much he'd stop, making one last effort to raise the bar up enough to slide it back onto it's shelf. Chest heaving and sweat practically raining off him he decided to take a longer breather than before.
00/10
